Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Run Dem, artist - Foxy Brown.
Date of issue: 31.12.2000
Song language: English
Run Dem |
Whoa |
A wha de bloodclaat do dem fool deh |
Who the fuck told bitches they could do what I do |
And all of a sudden all y’all bitches got accents too |
Bad gyal, bitches can’t do the shit that I do |
Sometime a gal fi get kuff (hoo hoo hoo hoo) |
Whoa, I tell a motherfucker this |
Some niggas nowadays mood’s worse than a bitch |
And as for this chick, me love bum flick on bad man dick so |
Got the pussy I got the lie fo' |
I’m a grown ass bitch with my own ass shit |
Now hear dis, una wan' chat? |
Me a go bust una secret |
Ya a big battyman, ya love look man bottom |
Pussy watchman, you a trace gyal pattern |
Fuck who, niggas wish they could fuck me |
Like they never seen a hot gal act like we |
Big bumboclaat star, push hot car |
Big hood, me love back way all day |
And the way my man fuck, can’t even stand up |
And when he gets stiff it cum like ten dicks |
Take it through my hole right through my appendix |
I got a message; |
why dont y’all motherfuckers sit on this? |
From a puss hole, dis man we shot dem |
If a fass hole fi dead man we back dem |
If a gun shot fi bust man we clap dem |
An if a riddim fi ride man we rock dem |
Out of all the broads in the game, Fox is the baddest |
Picture me fuckin with a nigga half my status |
Bad gal bust big gun and no wan' see me buck it |
Move ya bumba hole, bwoy gwon mind ya jacket |
How dare y’all motherfuckers even spit my name |
Cool now man, 'fore I have you X’d out the game |
And tell dem all your gang pussy like sugar cane |
And buck yat take beer owed by queer, oh dem where dat? |
Bet you wish you lucked up, and got a quick nut |
I wouldn’t fuck you if I was horny, or pissy-ass drunk |
Lucky I don’t fuck around and get you stuck up |
Waitin outside your studio, collect your dub bucks |
Bitch — fuck around and get that nigga gun buck |
Outside and fully loaded with the gun stashed up |
In front of cactus, chrome fo'-fifth |
And a bag of full clip for niggas with loose lip — FIYAH |
How many times I got to let y’all bitches know I’m |
One of a kind, can’t fuck with mines |
See when Fox in the place, pure hotness a gwan |
When I bust wine we na watch ya face, gwan |
Ya too fraud, sound ridiculous |
I’m the only Trini bitch that can kick yard shit, FIYAH |
What you know about skin out and bruck out |
Like a bad gyal bunny hot style, pop pure style |
Look at this wannabe’s comin around me |
Sick of these fake G’s tryin to clown me |
Why these niggas be tryin to drown me |
I’m tellin you fools no one can bound me |